Yesterday we posted an opinion piece on Jan Moir, a piece which we concede may have gone too far in attacking Jan Moir's weird looks, homophobia and lack of substance in her hastily cobbled together articles. The bit about the horse's cock was certainly a step or two over the line.

Jan Moir's hatred of David Tennant is obviously valid and she has every right to publish her article on why she's sick to death of him. It has nothing to do with the fact he is Scottish, or consorts with gays, simply that he has been on TV too many times in a short space of time. As Jan herself says in the article:

Tennant is one of those Marmite stars, who people either love or hate

So obviously she does actually hate him - she makes that clear - but for all the right reasons. I'm sure we'd all hate Jan Moir if she were pasted everywhere, her swollen face staring back at us every time we switched on the TV, her other-worldly eyes that seem to stare both into our soul and behind her simultaneously. We'd be right to hate her, to wish some kind of deadly infection or horrific event to befall her.

It would be easy to dismiss Jan Moir's article as just another baseless and cynical attack on the BBC - a concerted effort to continually state untruth as fact until everyone believes it: The BBC is shit and the license fee is all spent on Jonathan Ross. But such a dismissal is preposterous. Moir, with her wonky eyes, is just filling her brief of writing a set number of words by a given deadline.

Disinform would like to apologise, unreservedly, for the article - which was lazy, obvious and cheap. We can only hope that Ms Moir will accept our heartfelt pleas for forgiveness - if, of course, her splayed pupils can manage to focus long enough to read it.